the touch, probably from too much sun, so instead of gripping her hard like I want to—like my body needs to—I force myself to be gentle and brush the backs of my knuckles down the outside of her arm.
I try to move back and put some breathing room between us, but she winds her legs around my hips to hold me close. My muscles clench and unclench in an effort to maintain my composure.
I groan as she moves against me. “What are you doing here? With me?"
She deserves more. She deserves better. And I want to be the man to give it to her.
Her gaze meets mine. “Because I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time. No one makes me feel the way you do. I saw you today, and I couldn’t let you leave again without seeing if you’re still as good of a kisser as you were at nineteen.” Her arms tighten around me until I can feel the thunder of her heart against my own. “Be with me for a while, Ben. Please.”
I decide to give in, just once, just a little. Just one time. To have a memory that will last through the blood and loss. Loneliness and regret. One perfect night to help me make it through the next year of empty ones.
“I can give you one night, Oliva.” I pull back enough so that she can see my face. “One fucking great night, but that’s it. I’m not the kind of guy who can give you the white picket fence, but I can promise you that it’s a night you’ll never forget.”
“As if I could ever forget you,” she whispers, just before my mouth closes over hers.
She gives in with a sound of pleasure that goes straight to my dick. Fuck if it isn’t already better than I remember. She plasters herself against me as my tongue strokes hers into submission. I shift backward until she’s sitting on my lap with her arms wrapped around my neck.
It starts to rain, the sound of the raindrops hitting the top of the truck become the peaceful soundtrack to our stolen moments together. A sound that blocks out everything else. For a moment in time, nothing can touch what we have. For a moment, we’re locked inside a perfect bubble where nothing matters but the feel of her pressed against me.
Everything I don’t have the balls to say is translated into this moment. I want to tell her how much being away from her is going to kill me. God, I’m going to miss her. My girl. A fierce possessiveness burns through my chest and I growl into her mouth, one arm wrapping around her little waist to press her even more firmly down on my lap. She breaks apart with a gasp and her hips jerk instinctively against me.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” I tell her.
“How long?” Her voice is barely a whisper.
“So long that your brother would kill me if he ever found out.”
She shakes her head. “What does that mean?”
“It means if he knew the things I’ve thought about you, he’d find a way to get me permanently stationed overseas.”
Olivia gives me a satisfied little smile, her hands braced on my shoulders. “What have you been thinking about me?”
I grin. “Why don’t I show you?”
I use the arm wrapped around her waist and the hand on the curve of her ass to slowly guide her against the thick bulge of my erection as I renew the kiss. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and she slows the kiss until it’s nothing but our lips barely touching and our breath mingling between us. She glides one hand to cup the back of my head and the other holds my cheek.
Her hips begin to move of their own accord, tentatively at first then with a steady, jerking rhythm that elicits the most erotic of moans from deep in her throat. I have to close my eyes against the need to take her. Her flimsy summer dress and bathing suit are little protection against me and even though the layers of clothes separate us, I can feel every single movement as if we’re skin to skin.
“That’s it, baby.” I whisper against her throat, “God, you sound so fucking good.”
“You sure you don’t want to go back to my place first? Somewhere with a bed?”
I scoot down in the seat to give her a better angle and press more firmly against the